GandalfMithrandir
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"Well well well, never judge a book by its cover!" Richard says with a slight smile as he hears the noise from below.
The Canterbury Tales- Chapter 4: Dead Drunk
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perrinmiller
Adventurer
Borric's eyes sparkle at the prospect of good ale and rousing entertainment. With his mandolin in hand he looks around for the entrance to this underground entertainment spot. He remarks, "If we cannot find the stairs down, perhaps we may need to ask this merchant here."
He tries is luck in Arabic, asking politely, "Excuse me gentle sir, could you tell me where the entrance to the underground might be?"
<<OOC Search +3; Spot +2; Listen +2>>
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Borric Hawkins
He tries is luck in Arabic, asking politely, "Excuse me gentle sir, could you tell me where the entrance to the underground might be?"
<<OOC Search +3; Spot +2; Listen +2>>
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Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
The man behind the table smiles and speaks happily to Borric.
Borric
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"It's good to hear a foreigner speak my native tongue, though your accent be heavy. And as you have shown me respect, I will show respect to you and your band and wave the normal fee to enter the cellar. I must warn you though... I expect your good behavior to continue and that you remember to keep quiet about this place once you leave."
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The man stops speaking happily and looks Borric hard in the eye for a minute until Borric gives him a nod of understanding. Then he walks over to the back of the room, removes a rug, and reveals a wooden hatch that he lifts. Underneath are some stairs which you go down.
The staircase goes down 15 feet and reveals a large, lantern-filled room with a high ceiling. From the empty racks along the wall and hollowed out barrels, you would guess that this used to be a Roman wine cellar long ago. Now it houses a bar and several Western patrons and travellers.
There is a stout, blond-haired Norseman scowling at several companions around a gambling table. His companions are a pudgy man with a tad of red hair and a slim man with short black hair and gentle features.
Two other men with Byzantine dress and features argue quietly in their own language while sharing a pitcher of ale. From the tone you guess they are talking badly about either politics or trade. Most likely both.
A woman with Mediterranean features works behind the bar and smiles as you enter. She seems a bit tired as if she has been serving the patrons for quite awhile, but she glows with the energy of youth.
Borric
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"It's good to hear a foreigner speak my native tongue, though your accent be heavy. And as you have shown me respect, I will show respect to you and your band and wave the normal fee to enter the cellar. I must warn you though... I expect your good behavior to continue and that you remember to keep quiet about this place once you leave."
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The man stops speaking happily and looks Borric hard in the eye for a minute until Borric gives him a nod of understanding. Then he walks over to the back of the room, removes a rug, and reveals a wooden hatch that he lifts. Underneath are some stairs which you go down.
The staircase goes down 15 feet and reveals a large, lantern-filled room with a high ceiling. From the empty racks along the wall and hollowed out barrels, you would guess that this used to be a Roman wine cellar long ago. Now it houses a bar and several Western patrons and travellers.
There is a stout, blond-haired Norseman scowling at several companions around a gambling table. His companions are a pudgy man with a tad of red hair and a slim man with short black hair and gentle features.
Two other men with Byzantine dress and features argue quietly in their own language while sharing a pitcher of ale. From the tone you guess they are talking badly about either politics or trade. Most likely both.
A woman with Mediterranean features works behind the bar and smiles as you enter. She seems a bit tired as if she has been serving the patrons for quite awhile, but she glows with the energy of youth.
Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
OOC:
HolyMan, I like the Wizard Mark.
Voda Vosa, I hope you're ok.
HolyMan, I like the Wizard Mark.
Voda Vosa, I hope you're ok.
perrinmiller
Adventurer
Borric thanks the man in Arabic, "Many thanks good sir." He turns and smiles to the others in English, "Let's go."
Borric heads up to the woman at the bar smiling in return and says in Italian, "Why hello miss, nice place you have tucked away here. A round of good drink for me and my friends." If she doesn't understand Italian, then he will try French, English, and finally Arabic. He fishes out some silver pieces to cover the cost.
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Borric Hawkins
Borric heads up to the woman at the bar smiling in return and says in Italian, "Why hello miss, nice place you have tucked away here. A round of good drink for me and my friends." If she doesn't understand Italian, then he will try French, English, and finally Arabic. He fishes out some silver pieces to cover the cost.
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ethandrew
First Post
Francis listens in on the conversations between Borric and the proprietor and then the barmaid, he doesn't let on that he understands all the languages that the bard is speaking as he fully doesn't trust this man yet. He randomly appeared in the dream world and as far as Francis is concerned, he could be an agent of Varrath sent to taint this world, and his inciting a fight as soon as the nightmare was over did little to dispel this notion. All the same, he took the free drink and smiled, all his concerns hidden away behind his crooked smile.
HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
The Professor finds a empty table near the back wall and sits waiting for the others to join. He puts his suitcase under the table and noone (not even the Professor) notices the wizard mark appear again and the "eye" look around before once again fading away.
[sblock=DM] Taking liberties but I thought you might like a little way to keep an "eye" on The Professor. [/sblock]
[sblock=DM] Taking liberties but I thought you might like a little way to keep an "eye" on The Professor. [/sblock]
GandalfMithrandir
First Post
Sir Richard looks over to the lonely looking professor and walks over.
"Hello professor" he says, offering some of his drink before shrugging and taking it back. "Never would have guessed this place would be under here, would you?" He asks, trying to make friendly conversation.
"Hello professor" he says, offering some of his drink before shrugging and taking it back. "Never would have guessed this place would be under here, would you?" He asks, trying to make friendly conversation.
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